As our breathing returns to normal, we both seem to feel the real world pressingin again. We roll away from each other and start finding our clothing ...nd puttingourselves back together. As I finish putting on my shoes, I stand beside you.You take my hand and kiss it. We walk without talking back toward the campsite.Before we get too close, we stop. You take both hands and turn me to face you.You take my face in both of your hands and kiss my forehead. Looking in myeyes, you say "I am thrilled. We are much better at reading body language than men are. That's where a lot of our 'women's intuition' comes from. Trust your instincts, girl," Maria explained. "Now tell us!" I'm sure it's nothing, but it almost seemed as if he had something to prove. There was almost a desperate quality to it. Like I said, just my imagination."The sound of car doors slamming outside distracted the women from the topic they were discussing, much to Stephanie's relief. "She's here! Now we can get. She was pale, the whitish grey of ashes, and her hair and eye sockets were the black of fire-blasted wood. Her body seemed nearly perfect in shape, curvy with large breasts and wide hips. But her nipples were as black as her hair and eyes, and the shapeless thatch of pitch black fur between her thighs seems to be writhing in a way that hair should not. When the woman parted her lips in a grim smile, her teeth were perfect serrated triangles, the teeth of a predator.Slipping down from the tree,. The buildings are old, but their inhabitants aren’t: they are the beating heart of a dark part of tourism, one that is often tucked away behind walls and doors, but is brought to the surface in this small, yet bizarre area. Walls are traded for windows, through which every passer-by gets a sneak peek into this strange world. One thing has to be made perfectly clear, although it may be a bit of a buzzkill. While the face of this world is one of beauty and pleasure, underneath it lies, and has.